. · ˚ ✧ 𝔚𝔢 ℭ𝔞𝔫 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔨 ℑ𝔱 𝔒𝔲𝔱 ✧˚ · .

IV

And I'm so happy and you're so kind
You want more money - of course, I don't mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
And the public gets what the public wants
GOING UNDERGROUND the jam

I sat there, wherever there was, slouched up against a warm body. The midday sun was shining on my face as I stretched out my legs, accidentally kicking over a bottle in the process. After muttering "shit", I snuggled back into whoever I was sat next to and fell back asleep.

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"Smokey," I heard someone say quietly, shaking my slightly, "Get up you lazy git."

Anaïs.

I slowly opened my eyes to see her stood in front of me with her camera in hand, as per usual. The grin she wore on her face was one I'd seen many a times, when she'd seen something that she'd be able to tease me about later on.

"Comfy?" she asked, smirking.

I hummed in response.

"Well I'll see you in a bit," Anaïs smiled cheekily before she disappeared.

I sighed, rubbing my face and taking the burnt out cigarette from between my lips. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the broad daylight but when they had, I noticed I was in fact laid with my arms around someone. That someone had their arm around my shoulder. Elijah. He was surrounded by various shaped bottles and cans. The empty Jack Daniels bottle. Mam had told me dad wanted to meet me. The dark fruit cans. Elijah stole someone's bucket hat and made me pretend I was Ian Brown singing Mersey Paradise. The almost empty Grey Goose bottle. We took the piss, dancing along to Joy Division's Shadowplay. The Budweiser bottles. Anaïs and I belting Why Can't I Be You? by The Cure with Elijah, aunty Sara and Mam. It was all coming back to me.

I sat up properly, taking a good look at Elijah. Even asleep with a hangover brewing, he still looked incredible, which I deemed unfair since I'd probably look like an Alice Cooper tribute.

"Getting a nice view," Elijah mumbled, opening his eyes.

"Yes, thank you very much," I smirked.

"Where the fuck are we?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

I looked around, "I believe we're down the side of the pool house."

"How did we end up here?" Elijah asked, sitting up properly.

"You're guess is as good as mine darlin'," I told him before a comfortable silence fell.

"Well I don't know about you, but I don't plan on staying down here all day," Elijah said, standing up and putting his hands out to me.

I grabbed them and let him pull me up before I brushed myself down, "Have I got anything on me?" I asked, turning my back to him.

"No, you're good," he said before he brushed his trousers down, "Come on."

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"Your mam told me to tell you she's gone out for the day with a friend," uncle Noel told me, sliding me my cup of tea across the kitchen worktop.

"A friend," I raised my eyebrows, "Bollocks if you ask me."

"That's what she said. Take it as you want," he said, passing Elijah his.

"If she's gone out, I've got no reason to stay in the house," I said, sitting on the kitchen worktop.

"Breakfast?" Elijah asked.